The milk is sour
With olives on my thumbs
And all that I have stuck to and all that I have clung to
I've felt like a dog
This world that I have trusted
Has been over and busted and rusted by an arbitrary sonogram

If you don't go outside
Well nothing's gonna happen
She'll never write her number on a crumpled up napkin
She'll never be your ego
She'll never be a bandit
She'll never get to eat you like your heart's a pomegranate

I'm throwing out the milk
The olives got old
I'm tired of my mind getting heavy with mold
I need to start a garden
I need to start a garden
I need to start a garden
I need to start a garden!

Gonna start a garden in my backyard
I'm gonna start a garden in my backyard
'Cause making this song up is just as hard
'Cause making this song up is just as hard

What have the artists said about the song?

The song was written during a songwriting challenge some friends were hosting. It was an embarrassing stream of consciousness experiment that went much further than ever expected. I think it’s important to allow ourselves to be embarrassed sometimes, it helps us grow in one way or another.
– Haley Heynderickx, Clunk Magazine